But really, she died a long time ago. My grandmother had
Alzheimer’s disease, that cruel thief that steals memories, relationships and, eventually, an entire life. I last saw my Nana in 1997, just before I moved to California. I’m not sure when she last saw me, because by that time, she didn’t know who I was. My husband, whose sharp-as-a-tack
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May your fond memories carry you through.
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My people pronounce Virginia that way, too.
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We knew it was a possibility, suggested anti-Alz drugs years ago, but she buried her head in the sand and said lalalala--even tho her mother and older sister died of it. I am adopted, thank God.
The part they don't tell you isn't the forgetfulness, it's the horrible personality change that comes over them. They become terribly depressed, hideously bitchy, argumentative, etc. Compare to a 2 year old who has been kept up for 48 hours and just fed a pound of sugar, and you have a close idea of what they are like. That's the worst part. Now she just sits and smiles. I'm set to sad now also. My MOTHER left us a long time ago.
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